Can Barely Stand On My Feet

More notes from the dark side.

D114 (28th June): "Please don't go to Malik Imtiaz and ask him for an autograph. Jatuh standard man."

D115: Legal Aid at Tenaganita. Truly, I am blessed.

D116: Work will never end, but your life may, today.

D117: New love is fleeting, but old hate festers.

D118: Introductory session with Ms. Pushpa at Brickfields.

D119 (5th July): "Well, it looks benign, but if it doesn't go away by next Monday, we'll have to take a sample for tests."

D120: Legal Aid. This country scares me sometimes.

D121: The meds are making me weak.

D122: Very sick. At work. Yeah, hardcore, I know.

D123: Regret is life's best and most useless teacher; you'll always learn the lesson—after it's too late.

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The past week was one of the most challenging work weeks for me, as the antibiotics I took to combat an ulcer (500mg!) wrecked havoc on my body, leading to coughing, a dry throat, phlegm build up and a very bad fever. I had not been that sick since I came back from the UK. Thankfully, I'm much better now.

I realised that when you're really sick, the world just seems like an awful place to be in, nobody cares and life just seems to suck. It was very hard to remain positive about anything. I thank God that for most of the time, I am blessed with good health.

As for the ulcer itself, it has subsided, but I still need to follow up with the doc about it. I guess we'll see what he says tomorrow?

(On a different note, when I googled "somebody to love lyrics", the first result was Justin Beiber's song, the second Glee Cast's cover, the third Leighton Meester's and the fourth, yes, FOURTH was Queen's. This is say, I sad, sad.)